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Intro
02:05
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2. |
Spell It Out
02:52
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Well it's the Mefadone Klinik, the M stands for Meticulous
Because the hours spent in the record stores is ridiculous
The E is obviously for Effortlessly
Don't test this emcee, especially when he's wreckin' the beat
And now the F is next, if there were two then it'd be funky fresh
But there's only one, so we're goin' to the
A which is great because it stands for Astounding
And I wear this title proudly cuz most of these rappers lousy
The D's for Dope cuz the style and the flow
And the beats is what you fiend for like a pile of coke
It took some time but now we're findin' the O
That's that Original shit that makes your mind wanna grow
Towards the end is the N, let me say this once again
Cuz it stands for No limit, and that's how ya gotta live
And the last E for me would have to be
Expansion, Everlasting thru the Evils of the weak
And I didn't know what to say the K
But I'm a King and the ring of it's soundin' great
For the L, what the hell, let's go ahead and say Lifted
Cuz I stay elevated from the shit that I'm twistin'
And the I is for the Indiana life that I live
You gotta grind for a little peace of mind in this bitch
The last N in The Klinik before I start to finish
Would stand for Nobility, cuz ain't nobody killin' me
The last I is for the iPhone I learned to produce on
That was a couple years ago, I'm still gettin' my groove on
The last K is for the MPK
25 So recognize it when I come ya way
Mefadone Klinik!
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Hook:
Get the numbers for your favorite rappers, better start callin' em
Cuz it's a fact with the raps, y'all know I'm better than all of em
The Klinik stays demolishin' all these cats that are hollerin'
And when I'm done your CD's only found in the dollarbin x2
Verse 1 (Klinik):
Well let me tell you how it happened, this passion for this rappin'
There's no exaggeratin' or debatin' after this track
I was born in '89, so that means ever since I've been alive
Hip Hop has been in the mainstream, I've always wanted to grip a mic
I thought that shit was tight, back when I was a youngster
I was an only child, so that meant no sister or brother
To give me something, dogg I only had my cousin
To throw me some whack shit, look I ain't even gonna be frontin' now
He tossed me that Vanilla Ice because my parents liked
The Queen sample, and plus I thought the rappin' was helly nice (lol!)
Sometimes my mama would get pissed off
Just cuz I'd go out in public, my hat backwards just like Kriss Kross
They were a couple years older than me
But lookin' back I thought those cats were straight up O to the G's
The Fresh Prince was the best shit
Images of Uncle Phil throwin' out Jazzy Jeff every episode are cemented
In my cerebral, shaped me as an individual
And for my generation they all know that this is typical
I lived it thru Ed Lover and Doctor Dre so whatchu gotta say?
Yo! MTV Raps, that shit was phat, I watched it everyday
Headbanger's Ball was also on display
I got my first skateboard and the guitar is what I started to play
Around the time the East and West Coast was poppin' off
That's when I realized that this rap shit had gotten soft
Hook
Verse 2 (Klinik):
And Master P had taken over the game
And Jay-Z's the king of New York, that's all because of one day (Baby baby!)
That's when I had to make a conscious decision
Should I continue rockin' with some shit I'm not even feelin'?
Like what the fuck is that? So I keep skatin' just waitin'
With little patience for some rap shit I can actually relate with
School's out for the summer, I'm at my grandmother's crib
In the 2nd grade, watchin' BET, thinkin' I'm the shit
That Wayans Brother's theme would catch my attention
This was before I even knew it was A Tribe Called Quest
And by the 6th grade? I played Thrasher's Skate And Destroy
It had Award Tour on there so I was filled with the joy
Bumpin' Planet Rock, Stetasonic's Talkin' All That Jazz,
Primo and Guru knew just How To Get A Rep, so yep
I started diggin' on my own and goin' back to the greats
From Jeru The Damaja all the way up to MC Eiht
Eric B and Rakim, maybe some NWA
Slick Rick The Ruler, ladie's loved me like my name was Cool James
The DOC, Scarface, Bushwick Bill and that Willie D
So put your hands up in the air right now if you're feelin' me
I'm talkin' real mixtapes and not no fuckin' CDs
I'm talkin' bout before these DJs were spinnin' MP3s
Before software there was SP1200s, MPCs
Cardboard on the floor and spray cans layin' down graffiti
Hook
Verse 3 (Lawrence Finkelstein):
It all started back in 2003
Me and my homie OD left the studio and hit the streets
With a handful of beats, they all said it wouldn't work at first
But then they started bumpin' our shit and sportin' our t-shirts
Still gettin' no love from them local rap teams
Found some real emcees like Justice League and created our own scene
Rockin' crowds with a different kind of style
Every show we're gettin' loud, puttin' it down, representin' the underground
Staying away from them fags making their music for the mainstream
Just two gutter kids rippin' shit, so fresh and so clean
Havin' people I ain't never scene tellin' me like they us a lot
Smokin' and drinkin' in the parking lot
Right before the show, sometimes missing soundcheck
If you couldn't find us by the stage the closest bar was your best bet
Goin' hard like some rockstars, give a fuck if we made it
Leavin' blood in different places, on so many stages
With so gimmicks and no effects to disperse
We give em what we got, makin' sure y'all get your money's worth
We were ready for the worst outcome
Did a lot of shows and rocked every one
And that was just on the first album, stupid!
Hook (Lawrence Finkelstein):
Get the numbers to your favorite rappers, better start callin' em
Cuz it's a fact with the raps you know we're better than all of them
Lawrence stay demolishing all these cats that are hollerin'
And when we're done your CDs only found in the dollarbin x2
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4. |
Think It Thru
05:31
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Music bangin' out a dimly lit smoke filled bedroom
Speakers vibrate as songs are simply made to wreck crews
33 1/3 revelations per minute
Is the speed in which the rhymes that this guy is gettin' written
I'm spittin' nothin' but the best, don't make me start again
Cuz when I stop that's when I got 45 RPMs
I need my needle on my turntable or give me nothing
Vinyl spinnin' and I'm grinnin' just like the kid's a junkie
Whether country or funky soul jams in which I'm bumpin'
Every single genre cuz Sean will never ever stop loving
This shit's my life, it's my wife, music my first love
Before I ever hit some pussy or got to hit some nugs
As a toddler wearing tie dye onesies that my mother
And my father got from the Dead show, don't even bother
Came out the womb, with Beatles posters in my bedroom
So don't expect to hear the same kind of beats as the next dude
Unless you, respect the vets who blessed crews
Don't step to the Klinik unless your rhymes are authentic or else I'll wreck you
Some are too gentle, some are too fretful
I'll spit several verses that's on point like a Number 2 pencil
I'm heavy like metal and I'm harder than rocks
This is the special sort of peril from the heart of a god
You can't wrestle it off, I'm like the rebel that's lost
And got vengeful in temple with the Devol in which I crossed
This is the level I'm on, if y'all wanna get it on
I wrote this verse in like 2 minutes then I spit it on a song
I'm sippin' Deans and Karkov, while I read the Quran
Then I'll skeet on a freak and pack trees in my bong
How bout a round of applause, go head and pound all your palms
Together, better do it now or else I'll sound the alarm
That means the mountain I'm on? Or in the ocean and sea?
You're just a fountain or pond, so y'all ain't fuckin' with me
So that was 32 bars and now this is 33
I should stop at 34 but that's just what y'all would think
That's what the weak would do
I'm not the type that likes to bring it to that sorta low, ya know that's why they always say you better Think It Thru
And be original, your own individual style
That cats are lackin', so they're almost forced to listen to
And respect you too, even if the music ain't
What they're feelin', but one thing they cannot say is that it's fake
And so I hope you take these words to heart
You bite your favorite artist's style, but steady claimin' that you're worlds apart
Anyone with two ears can hear it
And if you're favorite artist is dead? Don't try to say you can channel their spirit!
I'm just tryna clear the game of all the whackness
Bombastics against the drastic rap cats that's backwards
That lack in the departments that's important
That's why the Mefadone Klinik is always steady recordin'
*Interlude*
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Verse 1 (Klinik):
Cuz I was born in the weed spot, born in a kief box
Born while my mama was blowin' on that green stuff
Born just to chief pot, higher than a treetop
Seeds not found in my sack, not the cheap crop
Police try to eavesdrop even tho they need not to speak
The most potentest trees are gettin' blowin in jeeps
With Illmatic bumpin', cuz It Ain't Hard To Tell
The Halftime for whack rhyme cats is gettin' started now
Throw the mic in your face and watch it start to swell
Then I kick back, grab my drink, spark an L
I blaze the harvest well, and pass the mic to Newt
And that that moment's when he handed me a fat ass doob
We don't be actin' rude, we act rather kind
My attitude is good because I blaze the fattest dimes
Now can y'all match the rhymes? Cuz y'all can't match the nugs
Most rappers talk a lot of shit but they can't back it up
I let the track erupt, and spit that magma flow
A lot of lava is droppin' due to a sack of dro
Watch how I pack a bowl and sprinkle a layer of kief
I push it down so that it's flat, then I'm ready to chief
This ain't a game, I don't just play on a beat
Everything that I say is a claim I can meet
Can all my smokers kapeesh? Because you know it's that deep
I splash hash in my Kraft macaroni and cheese
Wake and bake with some Trainwreck, end the night with some Irene
There's 90 strains on your wishlist and you've barely touched 19
I've likely smoked what your smokin', so yeah I know if it's potent
So when you claim you got the best that's when I know that you're jokin', bitch!
Hook:
We blaze a harvest in a matter of minutes
Split cigars, spittin' bars, Nappy Newt and The Klinik
A thick jar is gettin' rolled of that import spinach
The best money can afford, don't you ever forget it! x2
Verse 2 (Nappy Newt):
I got Murderville to Murkside, Betty Jones and Jimmy Fly
Swisher shells ready to blow, no jammin' out the bowl
That new clone to grow that, harvest time to match that
Strapman on the Eastside, stack my product same time
Cold cuts with bowed legs, no laugh and I'm next
Drop in some Cocalina, bubble pounds to finance
Sour Diesel, Trainwreck, Green Crack and Irene
OG Kush be superloud, mixed with G13
Superskunk, Blueberry, Deathstar and Spacequeen
Fill each one with many blunts, stay blowin' that killer green
Blunt, joint, bong, steamroller, vaporizer
Hit that bitch like a man if you wanna smoke with me again!
Fuck the bammer, I can't do it, I've got that medical supply
I don't have no customers, I buy to get high!
Been puffin' Herbal Remedy, smokin' up the Wicca shake
Holdin' it in until you cough, don't give yourself a break
The streets say they keep it, but I'm hearin' there's a drought
Pass the hoot to The Klinik and spit about what we about
Smokin', blowin', burnin', chiefin'
We blaze everyday, it goes double on the weekends!
Hook x2
Call and Resonse Bridge:
Now everybody say I love!
*I love!*
That chronic!
*That chronic!*
I like it!
*I like it!*
And I loooove it
*And I loooove it* x2
Hook x2
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Verse 1 (Klinik):
So many years of my life, where I was walkin' round hopeless
Not knowin' if I was weird or if I just lacked focus
Because I didn't play sports when the kid was growing
I was raised on Abbey Road, Ziggy Stardust by Bowie
Played guitar in 3rd grade, learned Nirvana, learned some Rage
But didn't fit in at school, cuz I was on a different page
Than these other cats, plus I was bumpin' real rap
Before Master P taught you how to m-m-m-m-m-make crack like this
Words can't even describe how I'd feel
When I put my ol' man's headphones on my ears
The turntable spins with the equalizer near
I'd spend my time right here, until the night appeared
Bought my first record player round 7th grade
Mowin' yards in the summer, bitch I'm gettin' paid!
I knew with music I would truly never get betrayed
I could use it as a tool to never do charades
Like these fools at my school that was gettin' played
Bitch my crew knew the rules so my clique was straight
I didn't understand, neither didn't anyone else
Till I saw that dusty record, pulled it off of the shelf
Verse 2 (Klinik):
Just know my beatpad's a disasterous weapon
I've mastered the lessons I've crafted, now I'm causin' armageddon
Step up in the session, nerdy dude is your first impression
No second guessin', I'm blessin' the buttons when I be pressin' em
And spit that venom when I see the stage lit up
The type of shit that makes the old man in the back even get up
I understand that everyone's tryna build hype
But most the little guys is really where all the skill lies
I steal mics if it comes down to it
Cuz we're talkin' bout my life, bitch this ain't just music, I do this!
Groovin' with the best friend I've ever had
Who was there when I was mad, lonely, broke, and sad
Glad, and happy and every emotion inbetween
The main reason whey I even started blowin' trees!
Yeah I was listenin' to all of my idols
Up in the crib, hittin' spliffs while I was spinnin' some vinyl
Young age, blunts blazed once I reached high school
Record collection bustin' out the seams, chillin' in my room
It'd fuck you up if I pulled out a mixtape
That I made in the sixth grade, I guarantee it'd still play
Bumpin' The Misfits, Ten Yard Fight, Gorilla Biscuits
Like Mos Def, I never fucked with Korn or Limp Bizkit
I didn't understand, neither did anyone else
Until I saw that beatpad and bought it off of the shelf
Verse 3 (Jaecyn Bayne):
Look, there wasn't textbooks or courses
Or Worldstar with all kind of videos imported
No Youtube, no Facebook or Twitter
Hell, we barely had computers in the schools we was given
I'm tellin' ya, shit's different, it's killin' the game
They said that Hip Hop was dead, it's still kinda in pain
Force-feeding the belly of the beast, such a feast
Unsaturated trap rap and over-basic beats
Companies money hungry, sacrificing creativity
Searchin' for food for thought, it's snacks that they givin' me
Seasoned it all wrong, needed salt but it's ginger-y
Ironically, that's what added insult to injury
Pimpishly gettin' over, exploitin' the whole culture
Snakes'll land the tactic, with the air they got vultures
I'm cultivated to make it tho, rose thru the era
Where even to touch the mic you needed grip and respected
Yeah, I like it how I remembered it
Not saying don't evolve, but evolve the beginner shit
Benefits of fundamentals, know the basics
And 1's gone but the league's still playin'
Let's step it up a notch, give the people what they lookin' for
That's cool in the club, I smoke to something different tho
Ride to something smooth that the radio don't spin to blow
I'm sayin' all of this to say I finally get the picture so!
*DJ Metrognome commences cuts*
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7. |
She Keeps Me Spinnin'
03:40
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Hook:
She keeps me spinnin' 33 revelations per minute
I throw another one on before the last even finished
Another freak gettin' played in The Mefadone Klinik
The one that makes these bitches scream everytime that he hits it
She keeps me spinnin' 33 revelations per minute
I throw another one on before the last even finished
Another freak gettin' played in The Mefadone Klinik
The one that makes these bitches scream everytime because...
Verse 1:
The sweet melodies are pouring out the speakers
And I feel like I'm horniest when I be blowin' reefer
She's hooked up to my receiver and I keep her there
She's got a needle but I act like I ain't seen it there
You should see just how she fits inside the groove
And how she even seems to get these other freaks in the mood
Yeah, I hit it from the front for at least 20 minutes
Flip her over, Side B, bitch now lemme continue!
I keep my hands off ya just so I can keep ya clean
Was lookin' dusty with a bunch of wrinkles on your sleeve
I picked you up cuz you were overlooked and rather cheap
99 cents, in other words you were practically free
We chopped it up and it was just like a dream
Your insides are pristine, yes this is meant to be
At least you don't run thru needles everyday
Cuz them shits ain't cheap, plus these beats ain't even payin'
At this point, but we both know that hard work pays
But when we're workin' girl, it's just like we're both at play
I mean, sometimes you even need your yellow adapter
We turn it up to 45 to get our quickie on faster
Keep so many hoes, the main bitches never trip
I'll grab a dozen more tomorrow, yeah you know I'll let 'em spin
So many different freaks that's in my possession
Don't know how many I own, and I don't wanna start guessin' because...
Hook x2
Verse 2:
God damn I feel just like I'm in heaven
Before I even start the session I usually do some stretches
I know I'll get down on my hands and knees
But at Luna they've got that cratediggin' stool for me
Y'all say the dude is cheap, I need loot for booze and trees
I usually wouldn't spend this, but this bitch right here is looking clean
15 in the original sleeve
Mint condition but that tax is an additional fee
Just off of principle I wouldn't do traditonally
I'm tryna talk the man down, I said you're pimpin' a G
Dude said "Buy everything, and I'll bang ya out wholesale
You're like the only one that's buyin' up these hoes now"
I said "Damn, you've got all my dad's old freaks
So I'll respect you and I'll treat you like an OG"
These women talkin' to me and I'm feelin' quite enchanted
They might be cougars, but I guess that's what my life has granted
In certain circles of people these hoes are high demanded
Her physique might be scratched and they still might be taxin'
You've gotta pay to play, that's if you want some real action
Download that shit off the internet? You'sa cheatin' bastard!
You need to ask somebody bout the real pioneers
They wasn't cuttin' corners, that ideas kinda queer
Looks like you still need to study, I hope this time next year
You start pimpin' these bitches just like this guy right here
Hook x2
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Hook (Creedon):
Don't stop the beat
We can go on (Baby don't stop!)
Don't stop the beat (Don't stop)
Don't stop the beat
Don't stop the beat x2
Verse 1:
Don't stop the beat, I'll make ya stomp ya feet
To the rhythm, when I'm spittin', I'm known to get ya out ya seat
Bob and weave, left and right, for one common need
I flip the jargon, I'm just startin', so please pardon me
You know just who it's gotta be, there ain't no stoppin' me
Doper than poppy seeds, turn emcees to cottage cheese
I know you're thinkin' like "Dammit, The Klinik's on to me!"
Shut up before I might this microphone robbery
Too many wannabe's, not enough do it properly
So when you see me in public step to me cautiously
A lot of rappers are bitin' rhymes like piranha's, G
To me that shit is comedy, I shall be tossing thee
I know you heard me say this on the Rap Odyssey
But most these cats out here really can't do this properly
I spit this philosophy, as if I was Socrates
To the point that whack rappers start hangin' just like apostrophes
Why are these rappers appauling me?
Simply cuz they're lacking in their artistry
Everybody acts like they're of quality
When they're a novelty, they suffer from frivolity
Mic stand atrocities, my right hand is causing these
Rhymes to send chills down your spine, and cause you bodily
Harm, it's the charm, and plus you know the flow is probably
Better than winning the lottery in this bad economy
You gotta stop and see, obviously I'm the top emcee
A lobotomy has gotta be what a lotta these people thought I need
And I still do, plus your girl's on my mahogany, she's not into monogamy
I can't hardly get her up off of me
I'm solo now but know that I'm still problem solvin' whenever I rock the beat
When I rock the beat...
Hook x2
Verse 2:
I'll make a chick take a trip to get my growler filled
Blazin' spliffs while she's playing with my power drill
A sunny Sunday afternoon, got some Roberta Flack
In the whip, but she claims she never heard of that?
Shake my head and ignore her on the way to the brewery
Turn the beat up the 10 cuz I know that's why she fools with me
Plus the lyrics are sweet and keep fluidly
Movin' to the grooves that I'm producin' till they're booing me
Because I've been on the top too long
But I'm at the bottom right now, so I keep on rocking these songs
And never stop y'all! Yeah don't stop the beat
I got you jumpin' up and down just like a wallaby
Soon to be a local legend like Freddie and Wes
I keep that Hubbard in a country Montgomery chest
Come fuck with the best, don't spend your money on clowns
Most of the cats y'all cosigning are sucking right now
Too many people accept corny behavior
But if you say how you really feel then they call you a hater
So I take everything I hear with a grain of salt
I can't relate to that plain jane train of thought
Too many lames in this game, lane space is bought
And not given to the ones deserved to claim their props
Some had started out righteous but their aim was lost
The blame game mixed with change is a dangerous cost
Plus too many cats out here are claimin' boss
On some Tony Danza shit, it's time to take a loss
Now don't stop the beat unless that shit's whack
Threw your CD out the window before I heard the fifth track
Let's get back to some real music once again
The type of shit that makes ya throw your hands up in the air
Let's get back to some real music once again
Yeah, I think you know just what the fuck it is
Hook
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Hook:
Now put your drinks in the air and throw your joints in the sky
And everybody follow with me if you're feelin' alright
I'm feelin' alright (yeah I'm feelin' alright!)
I said I'm feelin' alright (hell yeah I'm feelin' alright!)
Now If your first love is music and you know it's your life
Then throw your hands up high, that's if you're fiendin' tonight
I said I'm fiendin' tonight (yeah I'm fiendin' tonight!)
Ya'll know I'm fiendin' tonight (hell yeah I'm fiendin' tonight!)
Verse 1:
My fingers are weed grinders
Don't leave a single trace of kief behind, yes we higher
Than other cats lumberjacks of medical strains max
Kick it on a bean bag, pass me some Green Crack
Now please believe I need my beatpad and my weedsack
A skeetbag that I can freak fast, I need that, like fiends need crack
Now react to a blast of pure dope straight from the Klinik
My ass will rap laps around actors that get cast every minute
Wanna play that role, sell their soul all for an image
That they ain't living, ain't that the definition of a gimmick?
Tell these cats that they're finished, cuz I'm comin' to get them
I sicken women and children when I step in the building
When I start up my engine and I embark on the mission
Minions of rappers will listen like it was a tradition
Like I was a religion, if you don't follow my vision
Then I'll continue spittin' until the room glistens with crimson
Blood, I'm hittin' nugs, your bitch in her linens
Sippin' Pabst Blue Ribbon, cookin' food in my kitchen
This the life that I'm living, must be one in a billion
Most rappers wanna act like soldiers when they're really civilians, I'm willing
To let the truth be exposed, my duty to flow
Is crucial just cuz I know most of these crews are some hoes
Now that's the reason why I'm grippin' the mic
So put your hands up high, now are you fiendin' tonight?
Hook x2
Verse 2 (R-Juna):
Come on y'all, put your cups up as high as your mindstate
Me and Mef increase the rhyme rate, combine and create
To make moves on tracks, drink brews and blaze sacks
Decap whack cats with the wax
Get my hip hop fix over snares and kicks
Klinik provides the dose, let's get high and toast
To those that past on this mic I blast on
Word to cats blazin' up and gettin' their smash on
Yo run it back Sean I'm fiendin' for the beat
Get my Steve Nash on, my enemies need defeat
My ear to the street with a spliff to my lips
While rappers just yap about their whips and their chips
So I grip mics, fly like kites
Put in work, built with the flow, and grow like lights
I focused on the lyrics, and mastered delivery
Lay a track down, fill up a glass and roll a B
Then I vibe on some I-and-I shit
Drift in the music, but never abuse it
Raw's all I do with this mic that I hold
And at my show a J it too just might get rolled
So put some drink in your cup and some green in your pipe
And crank the raw shit just I'm fiendin' tonight
Put the drink in your cup and the green in your pipe
And crank the raw shit cuz we're fiendin' tonight, alright!
Hook x2
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10. |
This The Hoosier State
03:56
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Hook:
Cuz this the Hoosier state, motherfucker now do ya relate?
We're livin' different plus we're spittin' the truth in your face
We dig in crates so we always pay dues to the greats
...Let's put some food on our plates! x2
Verse 1:
Aiyyo you know you gotta feel your boy
100% authentic, yep a Real McCoy
Yes you, will enjoy the lyrics written, never bitten tho
Y'all keep on spittin' all of this and its forbidden so
I'm just lettin' ya know that I ain't never been no fraud
It's Hip Hop's Great Awakening, man that's straight from the heart
I make art by mixing and layering past work
It ain't hard to tell that I've mastered phonograph disaster
I don't chop samples anymore, I make them shatter
On a spinning platter, that's when I put them back together
4 or 5 of them at a time, now match my grind
Thinking otherwise is asinine, yes I'm a mastermind
I feel I have to rhyme
From the daybreak I wake and bake and then I'm spitting well into the black of night
And when I see a microphone I grab it tight
Praying it's the only thing that travels with me when I reach my afterlife
(You have now reached the other side and your microphone is permanently imbedded into your palm. You can never release it. I hope this is what you were asking for.)
Hook x2
Verse 2:
Feelin' like a 2x4 when I'm hittin' your noggin
Cuz the shit that I'm starting's known to leave you in coffins
Dearly departed, obviously this kid is the hardest
Artist coming out the nap because he's cold as the arctic
I'm sparking emcees like hippy killer trees
From Oregon to Indy, y'all know my rhymes are never ending
Beginning with all of the nuggets that I crumble up
In the list I'm never runner up, I'm always number one
So what the fuck is up? It's Mef Klinik in the flesh
The best spittin' in Midwest, I'm hittin' kids to get your vest
Lyrical C4 so no beef no more
Pull out your telescope, watch emcees float to shore
Broken jaws every time that I grip the mic
It's gettin' thrown at all these whack cats I didn't like
Cuz they ain't spit it right
If you think it's tight and dig it like that, we must be bumping something different, aight?
Y'all know this kid is right just like my name was Ken Jennings
And you're getting your Daily Double of something that y'all have been fretting
Verbal Jeopardy, the dude that leaves careers in limbo
This shit is simple so I milk the game like it's a bimbo
This kids a nympho when it comes to lighting stages up
So those that fake I'm bout to go and take your life and blaze it up
Just like an eighth of skunk, you really think I'm playin' punk?
We ain't from Philly so you know we always show up late as fuck
Gymnastics with these samples cuz the way that I flip them
Straight dope shit, got you hooked, The Mefadone Klinik
So many different dimensions in which I'm hittin' em with
This venomous, the way I'm spitting's got you wishing I'd quit
Y'all know this kid is legit, on a simple mission to rip
The unlit end of a spliff is gripped while some George Benson just spins
On my turntable, not to mention the system's equipped
With some JVC speakers from circa 1976!
Hook x2
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11. |
I Can't Leave 'Em Alone
04:47
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Verse 1:
Life is a struggle so I hustle with the strength of an army
I'm at the crib making beats while you hang the party
I'm writing rhymes at the gig, this is the life that I live
But I'm making changes tryna get out of this cycle we're in
I'm not meant to be wasting my time, I should be blazing a dime
In the booth, spitting the truth with other faded minds
I stay aligned and part my life 50/50 down the middle
Cats at my job be so fickle
If I mention a turntable, they look at me sideways
Pull out an iPod, probably mention the Ice Age
Oh okay bitch, so I'm caveman status?
That must explain just why I spit just like a straight up savage
Plus your face looks like a head of cabbage
With a pair of glasses sitting slightly off axis
You can't grasp this, productions so classic
My co-workers say it's older than Johnny Cash when
I play my CD, never heard nothing like this before
Fuck it, should be used to this shit by now but no
I'm at the factory just dreaming about a stage
I'm fuckin' up anyone who tries to stand in my way
Gimme my check and let me hit the fucking door
I've got these records at the crib, you know they're laying on the floor
I'll be back next week, I just need some time alone
With my MPK, my pen and pad are overloading
Blowin' douja out the chillum, I'm willing to share it with ya
As long as you ain't Barney Fife or Ralph Wiggums
Can't be in a jail cell sitting for no dro
I've got these records at the crib, and I can't leave 'em alone
Hook:
No, cuz I can't leave em alone
I've got these records at the crib and I can't leave em alone
The reason why you probably didn't see me at that show
I dug deep last week, so I can't leave 'em alone
Yeah, cuz I can't leave em alone
The reason why I'm three months behind on my car note
They say make original beats, and I can, and they're cold
But I can't leave em alone, no I can't leave em alone
Verse 2:
Fuck it, I ain't needing this phone
Fuck human contact when I've got this stack of this gold
Forgotten treasures getting handed down to beat fiends
This one is packaged with some glasses that are 3D
Believe me, we be deep in the crevasses
It's like crack when the vinyl's on my fingertips
I've got a couple spots I've gotta use a paint mask
You might find a few gems, the rest are straight trash
Warped beyond belief with scratches, bent sleeves tho
Best believe we don't need those!
We ain't rookies, recognize I've been doing this shit for years
My pops raised me up right, he said he's proud of his kid
I flip thru records like I did when I was 2 or 3
The same way I did going thru puberty
The same way I did back when I was 18
The same way I will when I'm in my grave, G!
Hook
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12. |
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Hook:
I'm sorry if I don't pay attention
I'd rather be at the crib where I can play some records
Some people say I act straight up reckless
But I ain't thinkin' bout y'all, I'm thinking bout my records
Don't remember a single thing you mentioned
I wasn't thinking bout you, I'm thinking bout my records
So if I give off the wrong impression
Then please don't blame it on me, just blame it on my records
Verse 1:
Can you repeat what you said?
I apologize, but I didn't hear a lick of that shit
I've got music on my mind, so it's useless if you're trying
To bring up another subject, producing until I'm dying
Hope the crate lands at my doorstep in a safe fashion
Comin' after UPS and I ain't laughin'
Drastic situations on the daily
My co-workers at every job that I've had think I'm crazy
Cuz I'm humming bass lines when I come in
Ignoring all y'all's bullshit problems
I ain't hearin' it, I've got horns in my head
From a Demon Fuzz song recorded in '66
Break out the drums, let's see if they fit
Lay 'em down, perfect match, best believe that they did
I've got a mental library so iPods are unnecessary
I keep bobbin' my head even tho nothing's playing
...Crazy
Hook
Verse 2:
I'm spittin' rhymes over records that my pops used to listen to
In the booth sippin' brew till I spit the truth
Yeah he's mixin' 2 or 3 in the pipe
4 or 5 on the beat, 6 or 7 on the mic
Different styles, watch how the crowd gets wild
Throw their hands in the air, get down like James Brown (owww!)
Make sounds match up on the humble
Y'all ain't know how the crates have stayed growing since the kid was a youngster
Must have had the ears rooted in my DNA
That's why the dude has got beats for days
I try and see the way the average person see's the world
Every ho I mess with know I don't need a girl
Cuz they see the turntable, plus they see the receiver
They see all of the records, plus they see all the reefer
They see the beatpad, they see the mic stand
That's when they realize this is just a one night stand
(Oh girl, don't ever try and change him, I already tried, trust me, it ain't happening)
Hook
Verse 3: Gnarly Kurt Hodgin solo!
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13. |
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Verse 1:
Y'all need to dig a little deeper cuz my beats give you the jeepers creepers
The heebie-geebies, terror drippin' outta your speakers
Nonbelievers really need to step the fuck back
We're talkin' crates on crates, you're talkin' racks on racks
I'm talkin' bout spending a full day digging thru wax
You thought you grabbed it all, just know that I'm searchin' thru cracks
Nooks and crannies, on my hands and knees while y'all are standing
How many ways do I gotta say it to understand me?
It's uncanny how I unearth relics
I'm James Chance causin' Contortions are record conventions
Dig a little deeper
Because I see y'all leaving all of these gems at the record store and I just can't believe it
Don't even try and ask this dude about a sample
Just know you probably passed it up, you didn't take your chances
We're bringing life back to music with a beatpad
I'm diggin' deeper than most, hope y'all can see that
Verse 2:
Life is a record store, I dig it like a garden
Keepin' mom and pops in business cuz this industry is starving
I can't be bothered on National Record Store Day
Touch every album with my fingertips, I call it musical foreplay
I don't see no other producers at my spots
Either y'all ain't digging much, or I'm doing a damn good job
At finding places, it's kinda like I spend twice the time in basements
Than y'all do, I saw thru your joints because they're basic
I'll check your history and downloads on your browsers
And see you ain't got the vinyl, that's how you found it
Sample collections from Kevin Nottingham and podcasts
That's all trash, the mere thought I need a barf bag
You're all fags, turned this game into a hustle
The internet has made real artists have to struggle, but
We're bringing life back to music with a beatpad
I'm diggin' deeper than most, hope y'all can see that
Verse 3 (Tha Devol):
Keep these motherfuckin' turntables acid tight
And when I die, I'll be a DJ in the afterlife
And every time I see a mic, you know I grip it tight
Jam Master DJ won't you ship it right
I can't, wait no more for my DJ to rise
I been, on the run since the gangsta took the ride
I been, in many motherfuckin' duct tape spots
Blowin' off the dust of the god damn crate
You ain't never felt no emotion
Like when you pick it up and you see it smokin'
And my bitch can't love me, cuz she know that I love
Going to the record store and I'm fuckin' with hoes
Gone head, grip the mic
And go ahead and be a DJ in the afterlife
Gone head, grip the mic
And when I die I'll be a DJ in my afterlife
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14. |
Grippin' The Mic
04:08
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Verse 1:
Okay we're serving this, man made dope, audio splurgin'
With the crates, black vinyl in the bag, all sales are final
And I'm happy too, doing everything that I have to do
Shout out to Lawrence Finkelstein, Tha Devol, Nappy Newt
I start forming stanzas right after I craft the loop
You can't distract the truth, when I attack your crew
Now all my life I've been the underdog like Scrappy Doo
But I just laugh because these cats can't grasp the magnitude
That's why I grab the doob and flip the phonograph
And capture the fattest moments and compose 'em so ya shake ya ass
And when I make a track, I'm likely blazing hash
Meanwhile you're rolling up a pinner blunt that tastes like trash
Look I'm just stating facts every time the mic is gripped
I'll likely spit the tightest shit till I decide to quit
Combining this with the decline of all the minor kids
I know I'll strive and survive, I've only got one life to live
Hook:
Grippin' the mic is the life that I'm tryna live
I can't remind myself how many different mics I've ripped
My mind exists to terrorize the helpless wife and kids
Of whack emcees who always step up tryna diss x2
Verse 2:
Now when my light rays, hit you side ways, know what you might say
You've been blinded by my mind, now play the rewind for like 5 days
As the times change, I hit with precision, I've got the right aim
Survive the ice age simply due to My Mind Spraaaaay
My left brain works the right hand with the mic stand
A maniacal rap titan from Indiana to Iran
The mic stance is known to blind cats
I might snap and freestyle about rice patties mixed with Thai Lamb
And then I'll stop and try and gain my composure
With a sip from this double cream stout in which I ordered
I ring Bell's up in Michigan, I'm a Rogue out in Oregon
Bout to scoop them up at Kahn's cuz that's the local emporium
I'm imperial just like the Russian Stouts that I drink
And burn some nuggets that reek, that's everyday of the week
If you feel it, the realest, then won't you let me get my spit on
And if you don't dig it then you can get gone!
Hook x2
Verse 3:
If you don't choose to see the truth in me, then foolishly you'll prove to me
Don't step up to Klinik, I thought y'all knew that that was mutiny
I brutally attack rappers, that's by the 2's and 3's
4's and 5's, talkin' bout takin' more than your jewelry
Lyrically? Do you wanna reach you're eulogy?
I talk a lot of shit, but I'm really more bout that unity
Because if you and me worked together, then beautifully
The Earth would be shaped into which it truly used to be
I refuse to be taken for granted, my people root for me
Because they know that musically it's the dude that be a true emcee
Plus I'm producing beats that used to be what you used to see
Unusually nowadays, that's why these cats are losing sleep
They're taking cues from me, they're studying what booze and trees
Are infused into the groove, now what are y'all tryna do to me?
Such tomfoolery just shouldn't be making moves on me
It's time to musically do my duty for my community!
Hook x2
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15. |
Samples In My Beakers
04:25
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Verse 1:
You keep a Budweiser next to your jacuzzi bed
I can get my nuggets sent thru a telegram
Thomas Edison, choppin' up the lettuce when
I step up in the session with my medicine brethren
A stack of wax designated for a veteran
Mad samples galore, just put the chops and incisions in
It doesn't take him very long for him to finish it
Yeah when the Klinik is snippin', y'all know the kid's legit
A lot of cats in my area actin' hesitant
Because they know my age, so I've got plenty years to represent
Mid to late 30s style biters try and call me fam
You could have jumped on a track when I reached out my hand!
A year passes and I'm still droppin' tracks
By my god damn self because this rappin' is my passion
Other people spend most of their time relaxing
The Mefadone Klinik is always letting the wax spin
Hook:
Turntables, mic stands, JBL speakers
Catch me in the lab with samples in my beakers
Dope fiends with a beat loaded in their needle
If they don't have it then they're probably have a seizure x2
Verse 2:
The pelvic thrust is a must at least once a day
I split a blunt, fill with nugs and then puff away
Hearing a lot of fucks spittin', and it's such a shame
It's bout time y'all start to notice I ain't come to play
Known to crush your brain, that way you must remain
With adjusted aim, I'm from another plane
Retrain your mind's mainframe, feel the thunder, rain
When the storm starts a-roaring in my rough terrain
Now I don't care if there ain't much to gain
Sometimes I stare instead of causing y'all a bunch of pain
Too many second rate rappers seen amongst the grain
Saying they're original, but that's just a claim
Now y'all wonder why I smother lames, and here's another thing
I ain't never sold drugs, it's just a fucking name
Dope beats like a needle in a punctured vein
If you've got nugs to blaze, let's put them up in flames
Hook x2
Vinyl is final and wax is crack
To a dope fiend beat junkie always coming back
With a stack even if he claimed that he wouldn't buy none
The main reason why his money's always dried up
His family's getting him signed up, for some rehab
It's been a while since we've seen a cratedigger looking this bad!
There's no detox for all the records that I've copped
It's in my DNA, my momma blames my pops
Months ago I told my counselor I finally stopped
She posted a bounty for me at every single record shop
But I still got it on lock, with all my sneakery
Called up my ol' man for some crates on delivery
Happy as hell, over 30 LPs in the mail
I've relapsed off the wax, hope nobody can tell
My family's looking at me just like I'm a fucking fiend
I spent a G on some records from overseas!
Hook x2
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16. |
Outro
04:22
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So what exactly is this cratedigger confessing to?
I'm expressing to you the lessons I'm professing
Thru the sounds that I found that other people forgot
All the neglected and detested, left around just to rot
I'll never stop, cuz I can't, it's the reason I'm breathing
If I ain't home then Vibes or Luna are the places you'll see him
I'm leaving nothing behind, known for snatchin' all the gems
I'll probably do it again, I'll probably do it again yeah
I ain't a music snob, I'm just a music whore
Step thru the door and know exactly what I'm looking for
At any record store, hope there's a second floor
If not I'm hoping and praying that there's a basement
RIP to Missing Link and Rockin' Billy's
I sit and think with a drink and reminisce of the feeling
Naptown's hidden treasures, with gems to precious
I spent days in the basement, every day and an adventure
I searched high and low, like out in California finding gold
It's like my soul is entitled to all the vinyl sold
The Final 4, stay diggin' crates till I'm blind and old
I probably ought to get some gloves for all the grime and mold
I'm grinding more than other cats, they've got their lives on hold
Downloading shit off the internet cuz their mind's controlled
Confessions Of A Cratedigger was designed to show
It's 2013 but I'm still living like it's '94
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The Klinik Indianapolis, Indiana
The Mefadone Klinik is a producer, emcee and deejay from Indianapolis, IN that likes to get his fingers dirty in the dollarbins and then press some pads and write some raps.
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